The Devil's Kiss
The
Earth-felt strength of our chaste bond in your mind takes
flight,
While your sad smile lingers until
the sacrifice is done.
Can't you see, Brother? Now they
have
won,
And I will not swallow the sight.
I run to
you, my muscles tingling of exhausted demise;
But the stab
of the Devil's kiss is the first
To quench your pride-filled
thirst.
Your soul has kept its promise.
I
collapse to kneel at your side, deceivingly defeated.
My
tears are the last of raw, humanizing emotion
That your face
will ever taste.
But my stitched and throbbing heart
will not be seated;
The bars of Hell will be jarred by its
motion,
And your soul I shall steal back in haste.